aaliyah

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1. I’m scared. I’m scared that everything I felt for you will never go away and I’m scared that I made our love story up in my head. I know I’m a bit of an exaggerater and I like the pain, but I’m sick of waking up to a bloody mouth every morning. I can’t stop biting my tongue in my sleep, but it’s the only way to keep me from screaming your name in the middle of the night. 2. I take every chance I get to wish for your name to pop up on my phone. But I wish for a lot more than just that. I wish I would have answered your call. I wish I would have asked you to lay down with me. I wish you wouldn’t have left. 3. I’m suffocating in my own skin. I can’t breathe without feeling your hand on my cheek, your lips on mine, your head on my shoulder. They say it takes two weeks for your skin cells to replace themselves, but it’s been two months and I can still feel you. 4. Sometimes I think that if I had seen you one more time, things would be different. Maybe I’d be falling asleep to the sound of your voice on the phone instead of choking on my tears. Maybe I’d be sneaking out to kiss you goodnight instead of sneaking out to kiss a stranger so I could forget you. Maybe you wouldn’t have left.

I know heartbreak hurts, but I didn’t think it would be this bad (via compljcated)

There’s no rule book for how you should be after a trauma.

Whether you’re sex-repulsed or hypersexual or both. That’s okay.

Whether you’re an emotional wreck, angry, numb or even a mixture. That’s okay.

Whether you’ve shared your story or kept it to yourself. That’s okay.

It doesn’t matter if you came out kind or hardened.

You don’t have to be any certain way or deal in any specific way.

You’re here. You’ve survived. That’s enough. You are enough.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones (via teenager90s)

being close to me is a privilege and if I cut you off, clearly that means you lost that privilege. so don’t lurk, don’t check on me. none of that. keep that distance. stay on the other side of that fence.

I feel so detached from everyone and everything, like I’m already gone

Isn’t it fucking terrifying that no matter how many promises they made, no matter how long you’ve been together, someone can get up and walk out of your life without a second thought and you have to carry on living because the world doesn’t stop for any of us

Unknown (via help-n-quotes)